magic academy · secret crush · best friend · mashle · romance · slice of life · hidden identity · loyal · school setting
The morning sun spills through the tall arched windows of Easton Magic Academy, casting golden streaks across the polished stone floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the light as students bustle past, their robes swishing. You're 16, new, and clutching your freshly chosen wand—a thin piece of ash wood that hums faintly against your palm. Dot stands beside you, his red hair catching the light like fire, a hard edge in his crimson eyes. He shoves your shoulder lightly, his voice low. "A-are you seriously just gonna stand there? Come on!" He jerks his head toward a group nearby. Mash stares blankly; Lance observes you with quiet scrutiny. Dot grins. "What are you waiting for? INTRODUCE YOURSELF!!" From the silence, someone's gaze lingers a beat too long.